Sunday, August 24, 2014

We're home.

When we were discharged from the hospital on Friday, the nurse going over our discharge orders remarked multiple times about how calm we all were about going home with a newborn.

"You must have done this before, you look so relaxed!"

And really, somehow, I am. A few weeks ago I was panicking about how all of this would work but we've made it here and now I can finally remember: Oh yeah, we've got this. We're good at this.

Because we are. Jared and I? We make a great team. I am the boob-latching expert; he is the diaper-changing guru. We've done this before. We've done it well. The hospital was almost like a little vacation for us, because taking care of one sleepy newborn baby was so easy by comparison to our normal routine. We ordered Chinese takeout and had a date night in our hospital room with HGTV playing over the crappy hospital bed speakers.  It was one of the nicest nights we've had together in a long time.

On the drive home, we casually swung by Target to make a diaper run. (It's true, we had no newborn diapers. I didn't imagine a baby of mine could be so small.) When we pulled into our neighborhood, we saw that the road resurfacing work was going on right in front of our house. While we were carefully navigating our way through the neighborhood streets without wet asphalt, we heard William barf up a little bit and start coughing/choking on it. I stopped the car and Jared automatically unbuckled himself and leapt into the backseat to get William out of his car seat. Jared got him out just in time to get splattered in a second bout of baby barf. Then, as soon as William stopped choking, he curled his legs up, arched his back, and let out an explosive shit.

There are other, nicer, ways I could put it but let's be real. It was an explosive shit.

At that moment, pulled off to the side of a loud, active construction site in a car reeking of breastmilky vomit and hot asphalt, we both started laughing hysterically. Because this is our life. This is how things go. And let's be real:

It's pretty funny.

Once we were able to stop laughing, we continued the circuitous drive home and discovered that there was no way to get to our house except over freshly-laid asphalt. So we drove over it, leaving light tire indentations that forced the angry crew of steamrollers to drive over our tracks.

We smiled and waved with our barfy, poopy newborn as the steamrolling men drove by, then walked up to the house to find welcome home signs made by Colin & Oliver. And when I saw those signs I thought to myself, "Yeah. We've done well."

We are so fortunate to have such an amazing life right now. I don't know how I ever doubted us.

Ready to leave the hospital.

Taking a rest after eating.

Biggest brother Oliver and tiniest brother William.

Daddy, big brother Colin, little brother William.

Tiny 8 lb 13 oz baby and giant 2 lb 2 oz tomato from my garden.

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